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Sleep

The night is grey -
Deeply buried inside the faint of black -
The breeze blow with the touch of blood -
Dead beats the drum -
Of a ridden heart -
The sleep which creeps -
By the bullet which sleeps -
Barrel to my gun -
Dormant she plays during the day -
Filled the promises of a sleep -
Creep to be well away -
Sleep -
Sleep -
Sleep my beauty queen -
Sleep to the unseen -
Sleep upon the nightmare -
Sleep in between my dreams -
Succumb by sleep -
Succumb by screams -
Inside where I sleep

Sand

Hanged by the bullet, by the rope i am loaded into the gun -I walk the path through the dunes - Sand which will fill a millenium to the hour -Seconds to the flame -Burns dust into glass - What once was, underneath my feet -Now becomes the vessel of motion - The carrier of liquid, sometimes the taste of wine -The thirst by a cup, perfectly molded -